Don't you see?"
"Ees no way for pliz you. If I do not kill ze 'usband, ees all wrong. If I
do kill ze 'usband, ees all wrong. Say," he looked at him in confusion,
"what ze 'ell shall I do wiz ze damn 'usband, anyway?" He puckered his
brow.
"Oh, I don't know," Gilbert said in desperation. What was the use in
arguing with this barbarian? Yes, he was a barbarian--nothing else. They
were miles apart. Centuries of belief and training separated them.
"You don't know?" Lopez said. "Pretty soon you find out. It surprise you
now. But pretty damn soon when all shall go and leave you alone wiz 'er,
you shall be sensible, too--like Mexican. To live is more strong as law.
Wait and see, my frand, wait and see!" He shook his head mysteriously.
Pedro stepped forward. "Here is a pistol," he said to his master in
Spanish.
Lopez looked at him. "Ah, _gratia_, Pedro!" He took the weapon from him and
patted him on the back. Then he whispered something in his ear, handed it
back, and Pedro gave it to Gilbert.
"Ze ranger. Zey come," he said as he did so.
"_Bueno._ I go," said Lopez, and started toward the door. Then he turned to
Gilbert. "_Astuavago adios._ Maybe we will meet again, maybe no.
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